Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count.
Interestingly, it's as though the gospel story of Jesus is the archetypal heroic journey, the embodiment of the very adventure that all people in every epoch have desired.
There's no such thing as an unsent Christian. You have already been SENT.
The quest for heroic adventure then is a quest for the gospel, although it might not be seen that way by everyone.
The ultimate solution to the problem of spiritual complacency is to create a systematically embedded culture of holy urgency.
The fact is that if Jesus's future kingdom is secure, those who trust in its coming will enact it now.
Our preferences for stability and security blind us to the opportunities for adventure when they present themselves.
I have felt the inspiration of the living God directing me in my labors.
It's kind of dangerous to cut in the camera, but that's the only way I know how to direct.
Anyone who has the habit of speaking before God's majesty as if he were speaking to a slave, careless about how he is speaking, and saying whatever comes into his head and whatever he's learned from saying prayers at other times, in my opinion is not praying. Please, God, may no Christian pray in this way.
Concentrate on small segments of your race at a time. For example, rather than obsessing about the distance that remains, simply complete the next mile in good form. . . try another, then another, until the race is done.